Today I drove the other car. Let's start at the beginning: when someone asks me what kind of car I drive, I answer "silver" or "a pick up" or "one with 2 doors". You get my drift? I'm not a make/model kind of girl.
This was a problem tonight when I left the office. Upon arriving at the top floor of the parking garage, I discovered 3 silver cars. I didn't discover them all at once, of course. I discovered them one at a time.
I went to the first one, parked in the spot where I usually park.
Pushed the unlock button on my key fob. And waited while nothing happened.
That was Silver Car #1. (I have no idea what the orange cone was for. It certainly wasn't there to help me find my damn car.)
I glanced around and found Silver Car #2. I tootled over to it, pushed the key fob.
Nothing.
Things were getting desperate.
But then, just when I was about to call someone (oh wait, I couldn't have called anyone because I had forgotten my phone. Yes. It was that kind of day.), there is was.....Silver Car #3.
I pushed the unlock button and the car unlocked! Just like magic!
This car needs some bumper stickers or something. Me remembering where I parked is clearly not an option.
